[The cameras are in the back, and we are at a locker-room door. The door

slowly creeks open about half an inch, and a face goes up to it, allowing

the eyes to peer out. The eye takes a take to the left and a take to the

right, looking out for whatever it is trying to find. The door opens up all

the way, and Bob and PJ tip-toe out of their locker-room into the silent

hallway. The door is quickly closed shut, and they start to carry a couple

of sports-bags with them down the hallway, going as silent as they can. PJ

starts to whisper in a fast voice.]

PJ Curtis: "All right, I think that we can leave the arena without being

caught skipping our match tonight."

[Bob nods, and wheels ahead down the hallway with such smooth actions. PJ

raises an eyebrow, and sees that Bob is wearing shoes called Heelies, and

that they have wheels in the back heel, allowing people to ride on them

around the place with such smooth and fast pace. PJ hurries ahead, grabbing

Bob's shoulder, stopping him suddenly.]

PJ Curtis: "Idiot! You'll blow our cover!"

Bob Pocket: "It's faster!"

PJ Curtis: "So's your mom, but instead I decided to choose that Mexican

prostitute."

[Bob goes back on his tippy-toes, slowly going to the end of the hallway.

The two of them back against the wall, and Bob peers around the corner,

which leads to another hallway. He looks down it, and sees nothing. He paces

across to the other side of the hallway, looking around the corner to see

the other part of the hallway. Nothing. Bob gives the thumbs up, since the

coast is clear. The two start to strut to the main-doors of the W2K arena.

Bob pushes open the main-door to leave the arena, but then a swarm of people

enter without direction, and trample over Bob and PJ. They all go crazy,

entering the arena as Bob and PJ lay there, covering themselves in

protection. Once the majority of them are gone, Bob and PJ sit up, rubbing

their sores from feet.]

PJ Curtis: "Are you that dumb? That was a locked door! Now you let a swarm

of people come in."

Bob Pocket: "We still have time to leave!"

[PJ nods, and the two jump up onto their feet, walking out of the arena into

the warm Texan air. They both take deep breathes of the fresh air, not used

to it since they are normally locked up inside due to their extreme

lazyness. Besides, they only come out at night, which explains their

un-tanned skin. They start to walk across the parking lot, going to a

sidewalk that leads to other blocks. But then a man walks past them once

stepping out of his car, and suddenly stops the two of them by grabbing onto

their bags and pulling them back, making them turn around to caution.]

Trunks Kenni: "Bob? PJ? What are you doing out here? You were supposed to be

in the arena."

PJ Curtis: "Trunks, we told you the other day, we have a huge party to go to

that is in our names."

Bob Pocket: "We're the main-attraction and the purpose of it, too."

Trunks Kenni: "Well the other day I told you two something, as well. It was

that you had commitments to give to this wrestling federation, and that you

two had to stay in the arena during the show date."

PJ Curtis: "Hey, we've been on-air every single day since our debut in the

company. Cut us some slack."

Trunks Kenni: "And give it to you? You two are already the biggest slackers

in the company. You two need to change your ways, and do it fast."

Bob Pocket: "And proud of it."

[Trunks shakes his head.]

Trunks Kenni: "You two may be proud of your slacking reputation, but

Management and I clearly aren't. I don't want to see two great independent

wrestlers as you get released from your contracts because of yourselves not

taking anything seriously. The audience can really connect with you two, and

they enjoy what you two are able to do. For the sake of this company's

reputation, and your lives, do the right thing. Go back to the arena."

Bob Pocket: "But Trunni, we don't even have a match."

PJ Curtis: "Exactly, and hey, besides... wouldn't it be great for W2K if two

of their most popular superstars went around the city and made a new and

improved fanbase for the wrestling federation?"

Trunks Kenni: "No, we have DVD doing that since as a Champion he has more

spare-time due to the audience's neglect."

Bob Pocket: "I've only seen DVD in Blockbuster."

PJ Curtis: "Can't you burn DVD?"

Bob Pocket: "Yeah, DVD is the most burned thing in the world."

PJ Curtis: "I figured as much."

[Trunks shakes his head.]

Trunks Kenni: "Anyways, go back to the arena. There is something there for

you."

PJ Curtis: "Something there? For us?"

Bob Pocket: "What could it be?"

PJ Curtis: "Only Trunks would know, but we can find out!"

Bob Pocket: "Nachos?"

PJ Curtis: "Turducken sandwiches?"

Bob Pocket: "Ham?"

PJ Curtis: "Pizza?"

teh slaxorz: "Let's roll."

[The two of them head back to the arena, and Trunks follows back from the

parking lot. Fade out.]